Wooden Daoist was shaken to his core, but he looked calmly at Lin Lang. "Commander Lin, what do you mean?"
Could everything I've done have been exposed?
Impossible!
The only person who knew everything was the Soul-Reaping Envoy, his disciple Shi He, but Shi He was already dead.
Everyone else was merely his pawn. No one knew his true identity, nor should anyone have suspected him.
Lin Lang smiled at Wooden Daoist. "Wooden Daoist, you really racked your brains to seize leadership of the Wudang Sect. You endured in silence for ten or twenty years and single-handedly created Ghost Villa. That perseverance far outstripped most people's."
"Look at all these people you've led around by the nose. Many were even cheering for you just now. Did you think the position of Wudang Sect Leader was already within easy reach?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You even arranged a self-injury ruse, having someone attack you too. But doesn't anyone find it strange? Why did every other sneak attack succeed, while yours alone failed?"
"Old Swordsman was shouting about killing you for revenge just now. Shouldn't he have assigned the most people to attack you at once?"
Everyone turned toward Wooden Daoist. Lin Lang seemed to have a very good point.
Could the founder of Ghost Villa actually be Wooden Daoist, the grand elder respected by everyone in the Wudang Sect?
Wooden Daoist said, "How do you know he didn't attack me? My sword simply hasn't left my side for several years, and they misjudged my swordsmanship. That was why their sneak attack failed."
"If I truly wanted to become sect leader, I wouldn't have voluntarily stepped aside this time. I didn't want the Wudang Sect's strength and reputation damaged, so I refused to compete."
"If I really were behind this, would Shi Yan